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Knight was spring cleaning when he found the tape under the bed: a small CD at the back of his bunkbed he was supposed to share. He didn't exactly share it with the entire room to himself (his father had gotten him a room for himself in the dormitory—the perks of being a famous detective!).
It was covered in dust and smelt of something putrid; it definitely had been there for atleast a couple of years otherwise it wouldn't have been this bad. There wasn't any description on the CD that could give away what it was about apart from a small scribbled date that read: February 14th 2019 in small short hand. The tape radiated mystery—especially being in a detective school of all places—making Knight want to rip it open and watch it for whatever mystery lied in it.
It can't be that bad, right?
He opened up the CD case and went to his ancient laptop that luckily had a CD port (thank God he was a cheapskate and couldn't be bothered to buy a more modern model). He put the disk in and waited for the video to load—damn thing was taking a long time—shitty old computer.
Knight was getting bored quickly—the circle of doom was rotating around the screen slowly—driving Knight insane. The loading bar was still halfway done as the traffic cone stared at him, almost laughing at him. It was edging him (not in that way) and his inquisitive mind couldn't wait any longer. He leaned back against his chair and tipped his head over the back of the chair, sighing deeply.
Suddenly, the loading bar suddenly quickened up and reached 100%. Knight didn't notice it had at first until the erotic moaning of a young woman(?) at full volume filled up his room. Almost falling off his chair, he closed the laptop, slamming the screen down.
He stared in awe at what the fuck just happened.
Was the student before him just a pervert? He knew boys his age struggled to reel in their sexual needs—Knight found all that stuff embarrassing personally—but he didn't know it was that bad; on the other hand, he shouldn't be so prejudice. Maybe the past owner was a girl; girls can have lustful needs as well!
Maybe he had just misheard—it wasn't pornography or anything of that sort but just a whole misunderstanding! Knight prayed slightly that he hoped he misunderstood as he opened up the screen again—not making the same mistake to open it up at full volume.
Trying to be brave, he forced the screen back up and peered at the screen: it was too dark to actually see anything but he could make out two figures moving. The audio was on silent for a minute—only the huffing of breathes and the sound of slurping could be heard. Knight waited for a while; a couple minutes later—when he was sure of what he was watching—he forcefully shut down the screen.
It wasn't a misunderstanding—he found a sextape. The damn detective curse in him wouldn't sit still.
He found a sextape at a school of all places—should he turn in such a vile piece of contraband to the teachers? Even if it was a few years ago, the people in the video would definitely get in trouble—he didn't want to end up on anyone's bad side so maybe he shouldn't.
But he was curious about who was on the sextape; just curiosity—he wasn't like other teenager boys his age who only thought with their dicks; he was mature and could look past the disgusting fact that he found a porno under his bed. Definitely.
So he opened it back up (hoping not to regret it later) and turned the volume down just so he could hear it but the brightness on full blast so he could actually see what was going on.
Ah—he hated this. Knight wasn't religious but the damning devil tempted him too much with the fruit of knowledge and now he was regretting it.
There sitting on his exact bed, sat Ron Kamonohashi—the best detective from BLUE—and Totomaru Isshiki—the partner (or lover now from this tape) of the best detective from BLUE—and the latter was sat on his hands and knees on the floor. Knight didn't want to say it—he would be accepting the fact that the best detective he knew—had a sex tape.
The only one making noise was Ron, "Toto—you're too good at this...I'm going to—"
Knight assumed he kept to his word when he grabbed the camera as it panned to Toto's face—covered in the white liquid that belonged to Ron. How lovely—if anyone found what Knight was doing on a random weekend, they couldn't be able to look at him the same way (he was not a voyeur).
Still watching the tape—he didn't even know why now—Knight watched as the two men changed position; now Toto was sat on Ron's crotch—wearing only a white shirt and no boxers—and Ron was grabbing at the man's arse, squeezing it lightly.
Knight was too far in the shit now; there was no point in closing it now as it wouldn't redo the damage that had been done so he only had one choice to go through with it—the whole 4 minute long sex tape. The apple from the tree just tasted too good.
Ron started to insert two fingers into Toto, earning a sharp inhale from the receiver; Toto made a noise that sounded like a moan but Knight couldn't tell as his deduction reasoning led him to believe that they kissed; he only saw the clothed back of Toto—including his naked arse—and Ron's legs trapping him in. Thank God he couldn't see much or he would have passed away by now.
"Ah Ron—slow down, I'm going to cum—" Toto let his head hang backwards letting Knight see his head of ginger, brown hair; it definitely was Toto and his suspicions were right—damn his suspicions.
"Toto you can't cum yet, I haven't done anything yet," Ron purred into the man's ear; Knight saw him take his fingers out, soaking in slick. He slightly lifted Toto from his lap, revealing his already hard cock that was slightly leaking with precum—but Knight couldn't be sure. The tape was too dark!
He rimmed his cock against Toto's arse and shimmyed it in, earning a gasp from the latter; he continued moving with Toto on his lap as the smaller man bobbled up and down like a buoy. With every bounce, the man whimpered out more moans—it must hurt as the moans were mixed in with small cries for help.
Knight saw Ron's cock disappear and reappear as Toto moved his arse; if he was a pervert then he'd probably feel some sort of satisfaction from watching them—but he wasn't and was purely watching it to make sure he wouldn't have to return it back to its rightful owner: Is what he told himself over and over again.
It seemed Ron and Toto both reached their peak as the movement stopped; Toto let out a long groan as he came as Ron also came in him. Knight saw Toto and Ron lean against each other in a somewhat romantic scene—if it wasn't for what they had just done. Toto got up from Ron's lap—a trail of cum leaked down his leg as well as on Ron's still hard cock—and moved in front of the camera.
His plush arse was now in front of Knight's face; it would have been funny but Knight was just embarrassed for himself and the oblivious man. He watched Ron stand up and went to hug his boyfriend (if that was what they were; maybe they were just friends with benefits); he kissed at the man's neck and slung a man over the smaller man's waist—and a hand landed on Toto's arse but Knight chose to ignore that.
They maked out for a bit before Toto dragged Ron back to the bed by his tie whilst the man took the camera in his arms; they fell on the bed in a clutter—Ron on top of Toto in a missionary pose. Knight saw everything that was once hidden now.
Toto was covered in small red specks and had a hazy blush painted on his cheeks; his white shirt was covered in more stains and drooped at his shoulders, revealing his fare skin; his eyes were wet with tears and lust but looked into the camera like he wanted more. So Ron gave him more and they enloped again.
Then the tape went black and it ended; thank god for that. Knight was sat on his desk chair, legs up to his chest and stared at the black screen—desperately trying to make out what he just saw. The images that he witnessed would stain his once impressive look he gave the two detectives.
But it all made sense; that's why he saw Ron and Toto shared such in love looks with each other—they are probably still in a relationship with each other. Knight hoped for the best for them two. He made a plan to return the tape to them, whenever he saw them next. They'd probably take the tape with embarrassed arms then...never mind. Knight didn't want to think about it anymore.
He closed down his laptop, taking the disk out and placing it back into its container—shutting it away in the dark of his drawer. His spring cleaning was ruined. What could he possibly do to get that filth out of his mind? He couldn't even begin to lie on his bed without thinking of the couple doing it; he wanted to wash the sheets like it would do something to stop this uncomfortable feeling. What could he possibly do now?
Oh yeah—go and solve a cold case!